I had started reading about art and drawing to be able to at least have a conversation with him.“That’s what Miss Emily said,” he replied.Miss E...ily was his art teacher here.“How do you like Miss Emily?” I asked.“She’s great. Did you know that she actually majored in art at school? She spent two years in Paris as well.”I nodded. “I did know that,” I said; thanks to a full background check on her. “Did you know that she has a painting at the museum we’re going to tonight?”He nodded. “I’ve got. The blue in the outfit matched her beautiful eyes. Blue was their favorite color. Tommy whistled in appreciation as he handed her a glass of wine."Would you care to dance?" Tommy asked. "I'm not that good but I am a quick learner." Great idea, I love to dance, so I can teach you," Sue said taking a quick drink before putting her wine on the table."Now the first thing is, DON'T STEP ON YOUR DATE'S FEET." Ah mom, I know that," Tommy responded, taking his mother into his arms.They slow danced for. .. difficult to say. It was so personal, that it stripped my soul. There was no place for acting, because the unavoided pain would expose it any second. Yet, feeling my darling's heartbeat, his shallow breath on my shoulders made me overcome the physical pain as I referred to the mental blast. My eyes were shining at him when I turned back to suck him off till the last drop. I gave my best to force my throat to accept his shaft for the last time, against the shivers all over me and the legs. After all, we’re friends, and friends help each other, do they not?”“Yes, yes of course they do, Mt Tate.” Owen said, almost desperately “Well then perhaps, we could help each other now. I’ll allow you more time on the money you owe me, and in return, you could do a little something for me,” Sean continued.“I would, but what?” Owen asked.“Well, I have a planning application, perhaps you could see it passes quickly…” Sean let the thought hang. “But, I, I………..” “I think you could ease it Owen,.